Inspiration created from cigarettes, coffee, and few memories
Someday
Is this how you wanted the story to go
Boy meets girl
And all that fairy tale shit
The story ends with seperation
Hollywood brings them back together
But this is real life
Never seen on a screen
Someday we'll find our way home
My life is one big someday
Follow the trail of smoke
It leads to the memory of your face
Strangers stare at my smile
This is harder than I thought it would be
I can't let you go
I wish I could remember your faults
But they just don't come to mind
Someday I will remember the tears
Someday is not today
A phone call eases the pain
But you've forgotten the number
Still I wait for the call
Telling me you're coming home
For that fairy tale happy-ever-after someday
Someday you'll call
Until then I live for that someday
Someday we'll find our way home
My life is one big someday
Living in a Boring Town
Is this what becomes of me
When I move to a boring shit town?
3 am waiting for sleep
Out of cigarettes and money
Planning my escape
What sort of idealism was it
That pushed me out the door
Onto a plane and into this shit town.
End of the World
What if the end of the world is coming
Do you feel fine?
Did you tell everyone you loved them
Even the untouchable one
That's on my list for the day after tomarrow
Or maybe the day after that
Next week...
Next month is looking better and better
Next year is looking better than that
Especially if the world ends at the new year
So asteroids, floods, hurricanes
Crazy shit is going on
Five minutes left...
Then is when I will probably pick up the the phone.
And it will be busy
We'll be the last two people left
Recreated the human species
But I still can't call him over
Not even for the pretense of coffee
Maybe he'll call first
Or maybe he will just think
That he is alone
All because I never called
A week ago
If you think the following 2 pieces are about you then you are wrong. The muse doesn't know he is a muse. So there don't get all stressed out on me now.
